He Came for a Drink

It's never enough

Somehow his shirt had ridden up, and my sopping-wet c**t rubbed against the coarseness of his happy trail. His hungry mouth was still sucking milk out of me. I could hear his gulping and his own grunts of desire. My pelvis bucked against his abdomen, fully engaging my c**t against his body.

He did move both his hands down to my cheeks, helping me grind against his torso. Fingering my wet slit, rubbing it all along the outside.

He took two of his fingers and plunged them deep into my tight cunt. He kept pumping my p***y with his thick, rough fingers. I cried out in frustration when he pulled them out of my p***y and began rubbing my juices on my asshole. But that wasn't enough for me.

I was desperate for a big, veiny c**k to pump inside me. I reached my hand down, brushing against the slimy wetness I’d left on his belly. Then he grabbed the front of his jeans, yanked the button fly open. He lifted us both up and help me slide his pants down. That massive c**k broke free from his underwear, slapped against my wet slit, making a smacking sound.

The vibration of it stimulated my core. I took my hand and rubbed it over my sopping wet opening. Then I grabbed his enormous c**k, aiming the head right at my opening and plunged down.

It was huge; it stretched my unused p***y to the limits as I took it to the root.

I cried out from the pain/pleasure of it filling me. I began to grind on that cock.in her ass now every suck from his mouth made my p***y muscles clench on his c**k even harder. Grind, suck, clench, over and over. The tension built within my stomach muscles. He released my n****e, quickly put his mouth over mine, thrusting his milk-laced tongue in.

I was leveling my body up and down so I could get the full length of him, as my p***y clamped down harder. Desire fully engorged every part of my cunt. As my orgasm broke over me, I screamed with ecstasy, my cunny juice pumping out of my p***y.

He stood up with his rod still buried in my cunt. As he lifted me off the couch and turned me around, pushing my head down. He rubbed the head of his c**k against my wet p***y and then thrust it all the way into the base. It seemed thicker at the base.

Grabbing my hips, he slammed his rock hard rod into my tight wet cunt again and against. “You like it when I suck your milk, don't you?”

I braced my hand on the back of the couch for deeper penetration. I pushed back onto that thick meat as he slammed forward. I loved the feeling of it.

“Yes, I loved it. Suck me again, f**k me harder.”

Gazing between my legs, I could see his ball sack slapping against my c**t. I loved the feeling of his bristly hair tickling my c**t with every smack. The pressure built again deep in my v****a. My muscles clenched tighter with every thrust of his c**k. He went from hard to stone; the head growing inside me.

I cried out, “f**k me, oh god, shoot that c*m in me.” I came again, and it washed over me. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pushed deeper. He held me still for just a moment, then thrust again. His lust-filled groan broke the silence of the room as his c**k jetted into me. We stood there, knees shaking, till his softened c**k slid out.

I was rung out and satisfied. At least one of my breast was empty.